He has fought many battles with us By which you mean one battle" muttered Simon. Two if you count the one I was a rat.
What makes you think that Valentine's change of plans had anything to do with your brother Because only Jace can piss someone off that much.
Jace suggested that the cast of Gilligan's Island could go do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.
Fire wants to burnWater wants to flowAir wants to riseEarth wants to bindChaos wants to devourCal wants to live
Bitten? You mean you're a- A werewolf, said the girl. Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole's sister.
Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? Jace asked. I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords.
You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment.
Look on the bright side, said Simon. If they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. I'm not sure the rest of you qualify anyway.
So it's true. You can walk in sunlight. I thought perhaps it might have worn off. If I feel the urge to burst into flames, I'll let you know.
Lawful good to lawful evil! said Simon, pleased. He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons, said Clary. Ignore him.
Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.
I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored
There's no need to clarify my finger snap, said Magnus. The implication was clear in the snap itself.
We were too greedy, grasping for immortality too soon. Perhaps if we had only been patient, content to wait, we would all have forever in the end.
Tobias loved her more than he’d loved anything his family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the herondale blood ran true.
Take my hands Alec said. And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to— to keep yourself going.
So much of managing in society is keeping one's chin up, Tessa added carefully, and disregarding the ignorant things people say.
The world is terrible," said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.
I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.
My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - ""I am NOT naming our child Buford...
I simply cannot see why one would wish to picnic in the nude. There would be ants in dreadful places.
Tessa: Are all vampires like that? Cold like that?Charlotte: Many of them have been alive a long time. They don't see things the way we do.
It's alright to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.
Why not risk your life, if you don't want to live anyway? Why not risk your life if you'll never be happy no matter what you do?
Anna shuddered. "Orange is not the colour of seduction, Christopher. Orange is the colour of despair, and pumpkins.
I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.
Jace said that the cast of Gilligan's Island could do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.
Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you.
Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?" Livvy asked."In case one of them is stolen," Marked said, as it were entirely normal.
Wait a second," Clary said."I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.
That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?" Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller.
He paused at the door, hand on the knob, and turned to look at her. His eyes, behind the glasses, looked more tired than angry now. "You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked.She shook her head.He didn't seem to notice. "Sh
... Mine is a complicated story, and people do not want to hear complicated stories. They want simple stories, in which people are either good or evil, and no one good ever makes a mistake, and no one evil ever repents."- Jesse Blackthorn
God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.
she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.
The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality. Those who mock fiction do so because they fear the truth.
We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain," said Matthew. "It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to l
She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.
And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang Y
But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.
I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I w
Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.
These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.
I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.
There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.
Must I go bound while you go freeMust I love a manwho doesn't love meMust I be born with so little artAs to love a man who'll break my Heart
There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then."She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.
She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter.You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.
If there's a thing I've learned in my life it's to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don't
His eyes softened. "But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm
And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.
And to the devil with it if she is!" said the Consul. "One girl, who is not Nephilim, is not,cannot, be our priority.""She ismypriority!" Will shouted.
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".
Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine."Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?"Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers.
You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again.""I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time.""I've been thinking about you, too.""I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know.""I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.
Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission.""Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered."Selling them on what?"Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.
And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before
We came to see Jace. Is he alright?""I don't know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?
I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.""Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.
Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?""If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.
Jesus!" Luke exclaimed."Actually, it's just me," said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling.
Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored."In future, Clarissa," he said, "it might be wise to mention that you already h
You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cu
Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, o
Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?“It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.
Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.
